Saturday, November 26, 2011

coffee black, no sugar



coffee and thoughts
jelly and tears
buttered memories
breakfast alone...slow and painful bites

melancholy set...
timed not to sulk to a crisp
watching tv...or it's watching me
can't tell at all

hoped to share a cup once
kisses and sips
making a memory or two
breakfast...me and you

guess i'll sip and think
nosh and sniffle
forget what went wrong
watch TV alone

doze and wake obliviously
try and write
my pen looming over paper
threatening to compose...i suppose

cold coffee
stiff spoon
cold morning
it's past noon
and all i can think...
against the spoon's clink
was that you were once here
and the coffee was brewing
the scent was inviting
my longing for morning love
gone with the steam off my cup
i ain't hungry,
you're eating elsewhere
and i'm stuck
with a cup of coffee...
black...no sugar.




4 comments:

25champ said...

Loved it :)

Miss Blogg Starr said...

Love this chica!!

Thee_Kween said...

Thank you, Champ...

Thanks, Starr :)

1manview said...

Lovely write kween...

in the butterfly net...

i ink...i flow...i pen,
my soul, my words, my zen